So, hayun, lumabas na ren ang bagay na dapat lumabas. Sabi ko kanya, if he needs a place to stay, feel free to stay in my apartment until he can find something for his own.

Tapos super smile siya. Naglakad papalayo to have a better view of the skyline of Makati.

That night, as if the heaven is bejeweled with precious stones, stars suddenly decided to appear, is so solemn. My body is suddenly covered with warmth and intimacy. The horizon is a sight of buildings standing erect like phalluses, trying to prove they're not yet sterile, waiting patiently to make love.

If that is the case, are we doomed to be stuck in homosexual relationships (bakla sa bakla) together with the issues of monogamy and longevity? Or, are we doomed to stay in the shadows of our own self-respect, trying to prove our femininity in getting involved with straight guys?

Does love really exist? Because if it does, then I can assume that it knows no sexual preference. In the case of Kiara, there's love, there's passion from both parties, I can personally attest to that, but the problem is, there is no vagina. If love exists, should Gerard embrace the fact that the person that he is loving is a man and not a woman? (I guess, he is in a deep shit of identity crisis) Or on the other hand, if love exists, should it be Kiara who is to embrace the fact that his lover wants some things that he doesn't have, and he should live by it?

Does love really exist? Or are we just clinging in an age-old mythology, which is aimed for self-destruction?